[ Matoya directs him to lie down once more as he attempts to move. If he had commented on the removed armor, she would simply say it was the easiest and quickest route. She would far prefer to undress him by hand, even if the idea somehow brings a heat to her cheeks. She can already see how toned and built he is; most certainly due to being a knight, but apart of her wonders how much is from his vampiric traits.
Once he responds by the smallest amount of blood, Matoya shifts. She arranges herself at his head and uses her free arm to raise it to her lap. Her hand then rests at top his head and she cannot help but to gently brush down his locks. She can tell he would deny his instincts, so perhaps if she can ease him, he will understand that she is in control of the situation.
His hair is soft, she thinks to herself. How silly the world might think it that the Witch of the Wilds be mesmerized by such a small thing.
After a few moments, Matoya lowers her bleeding arm so that the wound is beside his mouth. Should be move to drink from it, she only allows it for a few minutes more. Then, her arm raises with whisps of green and white light taking over her arm. The wound is healed and her hand rests gently beside him. The other remains in his hair to lure him to sleep. Once she is certain he will not wake easily, she calls once more for Estinien with the directions of helping him to a bed once more on his side. ]
It will take two days more time for him to be strong enough to travel back to your encampment, or through a portal to it. [ Matoya tilts her head back at the Azure Dragoon. ] Return then. No more danger will come to him here.
I am not so naive to think you do not have a price, and I am prepared to pay it now. Debts are not ones I enjoy, and you have already ensnared me into one. [ Estinieen sneers at her direction. ] Name it, but know if he has not recovered, I have no issue in drawing my lance to you.
What's his name? [ Matoya's question is gentle and honestly surprises Estinien. ] Not his full name, as I am certain you'd be convinced I would cast curses or spells on his mind. Just... his first name.
...Aymeric.
[ Matoya gently mouths the name to herself before turning back to the knight. ] No harm will come to him. I will see you in two days time, Varlineau.
[ The Azure Dragoon leaves begrudgingly, casting one last glance at the pair. Once he has made his exit, Matoya recast the protective wards and then gets to work.
The chainmail is cleaned, although it takes time to make sure the blood and other things are clear of it. She can see where the hole from the dragons talon is. It must have been a sizable foe to pierce through it as such. Once it and the floor where he laid is cleaned, Matoya then sets about preparing what she will need to change his dressings once more. He will need to have it redressed several times.
The next few days pass with little incident. If he wakes to any state, she offers her arm once more, but he seems to be in no need of it. She instead then lures him back to sleep, redresses the wound, removes his armored boots so he might be comfortable. When he does not need tending to? She is looking over the books her master left in an attempt to explain the phenomenon she feels... yet she feels she already knows.
Once Aymeric awakens again, he will see the blue bird sitting nearby. It looks at him before flying upwards. A melodic sound comes from it before it disappears once more. Moments later Matoya walks into the room, large gloves gone to show the baggy sleeves of her dress with frills and a bodice... as well as the collar that is low cut and rather revealing. Her hat remains on get head as well.
She moves to speak, but finds that once again it is taken from her when their eyes meet. She closes the distance between them, kneeling at the bed, hands shaking once more with sheer desire to touch him and hold him close. She remembers how soft his hair is, and wishes to run her fingers through it.
You're awake... thank the Twelve. It really is you... ]
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Once he responds by the smallest amount of blood, Matoya shifts. She arranges herself at his head and uses her free arm to raise it to her lap. Her hand then rests at top his head and she cannot help but to gently brush down his locks. She can tell he would deny his instincts, so perhaps if she can ease him, he will understand that she is in control of the situation.
His hair is soft, she thinks to herself. How silly the world might think it that the Witch of the Wilds be mesmerized by such a small thing.
After a few moments, Matoya lowers her bleeding arm so that the wound is beside his mouth. Should be move to drink from it, she only allows it for a few minutes more. Then, her arm raises with whisps of green and white light taking over her arm. The wound is healed and her hand rests gently beside him. The other remains in his hair to lure him to sleep. Once she is certain he will not wake easily, she calls once more for Estinien with the directions of helping him to a bed once more on his side. ]
It will take two days more time for him to be strong enough to travel back to your encampment, or through a portal to it. [ Matoya tilts her head back at the Azure Dragoon. ] Return then. No more danger will come to him here.
I am not so naive to think you do not have a price, and I am prepared to pay it now. Debts are not ones I enjoy, and you have already ensnared me into one. [ Estinieen sneers at her direction. ] Name it, but know if he has not recovered, I have no issue in drawing my lance to you.
What's his name? [ Matoya's question is gentle and honestly surprises Estinien. ] Not his full name, as I am certain you'd be convinced I would cast curses or spells on his mind. Just... his first name.
...Aymeric.
[ Matoya gently mouths the name to herself before turning back to the knight. ] No harm will come to him. I will see you in two days time, Varlineau.
[ The Azure Dragoon leaves begrudgingly, casting one last glance at the pair. Once he has made his exit, Matoya recast the protective wards and then gets to work.
The chainmail is cleaned, although it takes time to make sure the blood and other things are clear of it. She can see where the hole from the dragons talon is. It must have been a sizable foe to pierce through it as such. Once it and the floor where he laid is cleaned, Matoya then sets about preparing what she will need to change his dressings once more. He will need to have it redressed several times.
The next few days pass with little incident. If he wakes to any state, she offers her arm once more, but he seems to be in no need of it. She instead then lures him back to sleep, redresses the wound, removes his armored boots so he might be comfortable. When he does not need tending to? She is looking over the books her master left in an attempt to explain the phenomenon she feels... yet she feels she already knows.
Once Aymeric awakens again, he will see the blue bird sitting nearby. It looks at him before flying upwards. A melodic sound comes from it before it disappears once more. Moments later Matoya walks into the room, large gloves gone to show the baggy sleeves of her dress with frills and a bodice... as well as the collar that is low cut and rather revealing. Her hat remains on get head as well.
She moves to speak, but finds that once again it is taken from her when their eyes meet. She closes the distance between them, kneeling at the bed, hands shaking once more with sheer desire to touch him and hold him close. She remembers how soft his hair is, and wishes to run her fingers through it.
You're awake... thank the Twelve. It really is you... ]